Unexpected

13 | Hug Some More?

Dedicated to xPureChances because lately I've been obsessed with Satin Shirts. You guys should really read it!

SONG: You are in Love by Taylor Swift

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Nate was humming a tune as we laid on the bed, hugging each other. My head was tucked against his chest and his arm was my pillow. The vibrations of his chest and the warmth of his body was enough to keep me calm for the last few hours. After we stayed by the lake, Nate carried me here in my room. 

He was still humming the same tune and I realized that I've memorized the notes as well.

"That's lovely," I said.

"Yeah?" he asked as he rubbed circles on my waist.

"Hm," I agreed.

"I don't really know where I heard it but it's always stuck to me," he said and looked down at me.

"I really like it," I said and smiled at him.

"I..," he said but didn't continue.

"You what?" I asked. 

He gave me a smile and said, "Nothing."

"Oh," I said.

"Winter," he said.

"Hm?"

"Don't do that again," he said.

I stared at absolutely nothing and asked, "Don't what?"

"Don't hurt yourself," he said.

"I didn't," I said. "It was an accident. I slipped."

"I know," he said. "But I mean, don't go to her room if you're not yet ready."

I was surprised that he knew that I was there.

"How did you know?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Your brothers told me that you went there often when she died and that whenever you come out, they see drops of blood," he said, his eyes sad.

As he said that, I remembered what happened to me back then. It all started ten years ago when I convinced my older sister to take me outside the palace walls. I was a kid and all I wanted was to go out. We rarely went outside because they claimed it was too dangerous. Little did I know how true that was.

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"Maisie come on! Let's go outside!" I said as I tugged her arm."It's really boring in here."

"Why don't you just skate again? Tha lake's frozen, I could go with you," she said and kneeled in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

She was fifteen and very beautiful. She had the same blonde hair as I did and it was so straight all the time. Her clothes were always so neat and her hair was always pulled up in a ponytail, a french braid or held together by a lovely bow. She was smart and at that time, I always listened to her play the piano. I was only six and was the complete opposite.

"But all I do is skate," I complained as I held her face and squeezed her cheeks with my two hands.

"You could read your books," she suggested. "Then it will be like you're somewhere out in the world. You could travel by book, you know. It's the absolute cheapest way to travel."

"But I don't want to always imagine the places outside. I want to see it for myself," I said and sobbed.

She wiped my tears and looked me in the eye.